Found: In a Glass Bottle

So complicated, how to put in words,

A lifetime growing up and deep, eyes wide;

With all, my conscience always by my side,

To make the voice within me somehow heard.

I am not shallow, that would be absurb,

I try to hide them, but emotions ride,

The roller coaster of the life inside,

I try to tame them as I would a bird.

When I look back I see a frightened child,

Who could not find her place within her mind,

Or with the people in the rank and file;

She's grown to be someone in truth self-styled,

With great intentions for the life she'll find,

But one to watch when she does become riled.

#poetry #sonnet #honesty

[An Italian sonnet in iambic pentameter. I find they are so expressive. Thoughts? Comments?]